Page 68 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

He’s starting to move, to scoot up, and I can just picture Kevin’s face if I explain how I broke the patient.

Hell, I’d have to explain to the whole town.

“I’m here. I’m here.” I plant my hands on his shoulders, pausing to wipe my mouth on the edge of the sheet—only to find him grabbing my neck and fusing our lips together, apparently not caring that his cum is still on my lips.

Tusks bump my chin. Poke my cheeks. Everything about him is desperate. His hands in my hair, on my shoulders, then my waist.

He already came. He doesn’t need this.

Wants this. Wants me.

“You want me?” I whisper.

King looks at me with confused eyes. “You need to ask?” he pants between ever more reckless kisses.

“I like knowing.”

“Know it with all your heart. I want you. Iloveyou, Ingrid.”

My hand grips his hard cock, still hard, still huge, but maybe a little less so. The toy left me limbered up, and the tea left me so stretchy, supple, and slick. Maybe it’ll be easy.

“Here we go. Here we go,” I murmur to both of us.

“Don’t force anything. Nice and slow. I just want to feel myself inside of you again,” he says as he steadies me.

“I want that, too.” I want more. I want him to go to the places that toy went, I want to feel myself strained to the limits, to feel that winding, building pleasure that makes my walls thrum and my pussy squeeze without any conscious effort.

When I’m with him... Things just happen.

“I lose myself around you,” I whisper as my hips start to sink. There’s a little resistance, and a tiny gasp of pain when King stiffens faster than either of us expected, giving me a momentary panic as he hardens in me, spreading me with his engorged cock.

“I find myself around you,” King counters. “Maybe that’s why we’re supposed to fit. Interlock.” His pelvis lifts, and I let out a shuddering cry of pain and pleasure. “Easy.”

That’s just the trouble. This is so easy. I could get used to this routine, to this life, to being his.

I’ve already started to want it. If sex were a struggle, maybe it would make him doubt, make him leave.

Or maybe I would.

But it’s easier than I thought to let him lead me to new heights of pleasure, even while he’s the helpless one. I just close my eyes and hold onto his muscular forearms as his hands lock down around my ribcage. “Fuck me,” I breathe out. “Love me.”

My hands mold into her softness, the delectable padding of her flesh rippling out through my clenched hands. I hope I’m not bruising her. I try to loosen my grip, but then her pussy squeezes on me again, releasing a bend of fighting muscle, letting my cock slide in deeper. My hands dig in harder, and Ingrid’s hips roll as she sits on her knees.

My perfect beauty. She looks so raw and real, so fierce while she’s letting me take charge of her body. Still, she’s the one who could hurt me with a single push of her leg. We trust each other.

That’s the last coherent, noble thought I have before my cock takes over.

Her walls are in constant spasm, each little flex drawing me in deeper. With a grunt, I lift with her, sinking her deeper on my cock, hungry eyes watching how her legs shake, how her opening is stretched around my thick green rod, making her pale pink folds a deep fuchsia instead.

“Rub your pussy, baby. I’ll do all the work.” I lift and drop, letting her sink and rise on my cock, watching her fall a little farther down each time.

“Such a perfect little mate. Swallowing more and more of me,” I grunt. Ingrid huffs back something in return, eyes glazed over in pleasure, her tunnel tightening as I run out of room. “I want to feel you against my knot,” I growl. “Do you think you can do that?”

“Take it in?” Her voice is dazed and doubtful. High. Her peak is close, I can feel it in the way her hips restlessly struggle to piston against me, even as she’s overwhelmed with the new sensation of being this full.

“No, no. Not tonight. Just want to feel you against it. I want to feel your pussy kissing it, soaking it.” I want my whole length buried in her. That’s enough of a challenge for one night, right? “Rub thatpretty pussy while I fuck you. I wanna feel you come,” I urge, starting to increase my tempo.

Ingrid just nods, her voice stolen away by grunts and groans of pleasure as she lets me fill her. Stretch her.